i may not be summer but AUTUMN is around the corner and I COME to say that a brutha can get all caught up in the golden hues of leaves dancing in the breeze as we run through the piles of DARE I DO THIS and ROLLING IN THE MIST of cool, evening air. NO...i don't bring the thunder...but i'd make you wonder how you tolerated your yesterdayz without big balla's rhythmic sway.